Monday, May 26, 2008

My stomach is no longer beating me up, thanks to the prescription my doctor gave me. When he first mentioned 'Buscopan' the name was so familiar that I spent many an hour searching my addled memory for the answer. Finally it came to me. Vets give Buscopan to horses suffering from colic. You can thank my misspent youth reading Jilly Cooper for that trivia gem.

So I'm back to the editing grindstone today. I managed ten pages before my hand gave up the ghost - story number four is one of my favourites and parts of the first draft isn't in bad shape, so the notes are coming too fast for my squashed fingers. A great complaint to have!

The Ours is taking Friday off to make it a four day weekend. We're both determined to keep our weekends as quiet and unassuming as possible for as long as we can bear it. There's talk of a trip to Howth again, having lunch at Aqua and a leisurely stroll around the place, but the weather forecast is looking a little dismal. So another weekend spent lazing around could be on the cards; not that I'm complaining!

Horse med? Maybe that is the way forward for me too. My stomach doesn't beat me up, it hates me. If I have to survive any longer on bananas and soy yoghurt, I'm going to scream... Now, where can I find a reliable vet?

Hope you got out to Howth. I'll miss such places when I'm gone to Scotterland. I have a very fond photo of Hullaballoo on a bridge over the canal at Hebden Bridge on my office desk, and I've very much enjoyed living in Otley and lower Wharfedale.